Will and I tried out for a commercial today - well, a print ad for a toy. It was pretty cool. I'll admit, many things I try get labeled as, 'well, even if it's ridiculous, it'll give me something to write about.'
They told us to come dressed for how we would play together at home. I opted against it - no one really needs to see me in my jammies, braless and sporting my glasses. I don't think the others got the message either because his competition had on funky motorcycle boots and patent leather shoes!
I learned a few other things in this short period of time:
a. My kid is an advertiser's dream. They brought the toy out for him to use, "oooh I love this toy, I saw it on TV"!!! Shocker.
b. When they ask for your bust size...they actually don't mean the cup. Yup. I listed my bra size. So now the director thinks I'm trying to bribe him with my boobs. Nice.
c. Don't take your kid down the slide at your office first. I should say, 'unless you send down a person in a dryer sheet suit first'. STATIC. (I recognize that this will likely only apply at my office because slides aren't that standard but I figured I should add it!)
d. If you're trying to keep your kid busy by letting him use your phone to take pictures, make sure you take it from him before you go into a washroom together. No one needs to see a shot of themselves wiping their own ass. Trust me. (This was obviously his set up shot!)
Finally, not sure I'd classify this so much as a 'learning' but more of a 'driven home'. I am SO, incredibly, ridiculously proud of my boy. He's funny and smart. He rolls with any situation I toss him in. I read all these dating profiles and everyone is looking for a 'partner in crime'. Not me. I'm looking for some adult convo, a back-rub and a dinner that requires utensils. My partner in crime? He's a kick-ass, fearless, four year-old. I'm looking forward to many more adventures!